At this sign of human love, tears filled the eyes of the Indian.
CHAPTER XXIII.
LOOSE THREADS
Mrs. G.o.ddard alone knew of Carolina"s discouragements, disappointments, and dangers, as the summer came and went. To all others the girl turned a smiling face, and Mrs. La Grange often wondered at her courage. How could she know that there were times when that sorely tried courage ebbed so low that many a cipher telegram winged its soft way to her pract.i.tioner for help, and that the battle with tears and disheartenment was fought out alone in the silence and sanctuary of her closet?
Often things went very wrong. She was cheated by men because she was a woman. She was hated by the rural doctors because she healed diseases.
She was an object of suspicion among the neighbours because she was not "orthodox." She was accused of inciting the negroes to an idea of social equality because she taught them. Father Hennessey gave her all the trouble he could, but Carolina"s constant and unvarying kindness to the poor in his parish finally drove him to an armed neutrality. He hated her, but dared not show it too openly, because she had powerful influence back of her. The La Granges rose to her defence _en ma.s.se_, and carried all their enormous relationship with them. Carolina had removed the largest blot from their escutcheon, and no price was too great to pay. Flower became the pet of the whole family, and, in their grat.i.tude, they even endeavoured to provide for Onteora, but that wise woman, having seen justice meted out to her child, silently disappeared, and, beyond knowing that she lived and wanted for nothing, they could discover no more about her.
She was not too far away, however, to keep the unruly negroes in order, and many a warning went out from the voodoo when Carolina"s interests were jeopardized.
"Polyte"s surveillance was something Carolina had not bargained for. At first his devotion was engendered by grat.i.tude for the trust she placed in him, and fear, for he knew that she actually held over him the power of life and death. Even if she were ignorant of the true significance of that meeting in the woods, at what moment might not some stray anecdote bring home to her its meaning? "Polyte was no fool, and there were times when he writhed in a h.e.l.l of fear.
Then gradually Carolina"s personality began to gain ascendency over him, as it had over Tempy and Calla and Rose Maud, and even flighty ones like Lily and her kind, and he worshipped her as a superior being. Carolina embodied to the negroes the old times of prosperity and the patriarchal protection of the whites. They liked the idea of the restoration of the old Guildford mansion. Aged negroes, who had known the place in its prime, heard of its rebuilding and journeyed back many weary miles to see "old mahstah"s" granddaughter, and to test her hospitality. Several of these Carolina annexed and housed in the clean and shining new quarters, and she was amply repaid by their real knowledge of past events and their idolatry of herself as the last of the Lees.
"Polyte studied her every whim, and carried it out with the zeal of a fetich.
The mare Araby became her property almost by magic. "Polyte would never say one word concerning it, but one day Barnwell Mazyck sent word to Carolina that she could have the mare on her own terms, only he felt obliged to warn her that Araby had turned vicious.
"Polyte spoke only one sentence.
"Ef you tek her, missy, she won"t trick _you_!"
"Oh, "Polyte!" cried Carolina, "what have you been doing?"
"Not a t"ing, Miss Callina. Honest! Only I raised dat mah, en I knows huh!"
Carolina still hesitated until Moultrie brought word that Araby had nipped at Barney"s hand, and in a rage he had kicked her. After that, the mare would not allow him to approach, but even at the sight of him she would rear, bite, and kick, so that, being quite useless to her owner, he proposed to sell her,--if not to Carolina, then to some one else.
Hearing that decided the girl. She bought Araby, and sent "Polyte to fetch her.
The beautiful creature proved as gentle as a lamb, and, even on the day when "Polyte led her up for Carolina to see, she nosed her new mistress lovingly.
"Why, she seems just as usual," said Carolina, but she did not see "Polyte"s heaving shoulders and convulsed face.
Thus, for the most part, the negroes were Carolina"s friends. They not only stood in awe of her body-guard, "Polyte, who knew them root and branch, good and bad alike, but their childish vanity was tickled by the beauty of the small white marble chapel Carolina built on the estate, which had an organ and stained-gla.s.s windows and a gallery for negroes.
This had been Mr. Howard"s gift to the little band of Christian Scientists which he had found on his first trip down South, meeting every Sunday on Carolina"s cottage porch, which, vine-shaded and screened and furnished daintily, was as large as the cottage itself. He took infinite pleasure in furnishing the finest material and in rushing the work with Northern energy, and personally supervising the building.
He well knew that he could please Carolina in no better way, and, when Rosemary G.o.ddard"s husband, the Honourable Lionel Spencer, became president of the turpentine company, which was organized on the basis of Carolina"s investigations, and confirmed by Mr. Howard"s agents, and it became necessary for the Spencers to live in South Carolina, Rosemary was elected first reader of the little church, and Carolina offered them the use of her cottage until they could build, while she and Cousin Lois took possession of the now completed Guildford mansion.
Things were prospering with the La Grange family. Peachie had become engaged to Sir Hubert Wemyss, who, urged by the example of his friend Lionel Spencer, and the enormous profits of the turpentine company, had invested largely, and, after taking Peachie to England to meet his family and make her bow as Lady Wemyss to the king and queen, he promised to return to America for half of the year.
Carolina went to New York twice during the summer, and visited Sherman and Addie at their camp in the Adirondacks.
To her surprise, she found Colonel Yancey there. He had paid one or two mysterious visits to his sisters at Whitehall, and had been deeply pleased to discover that they were both members of the little Christian Science church there. He even went so far as to ask Carolina to organize a Sunday school, which had not then been done, and to enroll Emmeline and Gladys as its first members.
He also took this opportunity, let it be said, to offer himself to Carolina again, but promised her, if she refused him this time, after he had declared himself a believer in the new thought, that he would never trouble her again.
Mr. Howard viewed Colonel Yancey"s conversion to Christian Science with amused toleration, but Carolina, who knew why, held steadfastly to the thought that there can be no dishonesty in the perfect man, and so firmly did she cling to this affirmation that, when Colonel Yancey, in the Adirondacks, announced that the old oil wells had again begun to yield, and that all the money which she and Sherman had considered lost was by way of being restored to them, Carolina resolutely closed her eyes to any investigations which might unearth disagreeable discoveries, even opposing her best friend, Mr. Howard, in this decision, and simply opened her arms to her reappearing fortune and her heart in grat.i.tude therefor.
Neither she nor Mrs. G.o.ddard was even surprised.
"From the moment I knew that the man"s change of heart was sincere and that he was a true Christian Scientist, I knew this restoration must come," she said, "otherwise no blessing of peace nor untroubled night"s sleep could come to him. Christian Science lays bare the very root of error, and when error is recognized in the light of day, it must disappear from the heart of an honest man."
But Carolina only said in the depths of her own soul:
"See what Divine Love hath wrought!"
There were changes, too, going on in Moultrie. He had never repeated his declaration of love to Carolina, but in every un.o.btrusive way he made her feel that she was surrounded by it, while as to the lesson she had conveyed to him in that one stinging sentence, which was never absent from the minds of either of them, it was his mother who brought word of its effect.
"Carolina, child, I never saw such a change in any man in my life, as there is in Moultrie. He has subscribed for three or four Northern newspapers, and as to books! Not novels, mind you. They are histories and biographies and Congressional reports,--the driest things! Peachie and I tried to read them, but we couldn"t, and, when I asked Moultrie if he were getting ready to write a book, he answered me in such a short way, "No, mother. I am only trying to educate myself for the first time." "Oh, son!" I said, for I a.s.sure you I was hurt to hear my son, who has had the best education of any of the boys around here, speak as if he weren"t satisfied with his education. But he only patted my head and said he was only studying now for a purpose. What do you reckon it is?"
"He has said nothing to me about it," said Carolina, but Mrs. La Grange noticed her scarlet cheeks, and, thinking it might be only a self-conscious blush, dropped the subject.
Moultrie had asked Carolina if he might write to her while she was away, and she had a.s.sented, though with fear and trembling, for some of the letters she had received on business from various people contained serious shocks for a fastidious and cultivated mind, but Moultrie"s letters proved a pleasant surprise. Not only were they correctly written and correctly spelled, but in them he had dared to let himself go as he never had done in conversation, and Carolina found not only a distinct literary style but an imagination which astonished her.
Although he carefully avoided subjects which had been discussed between them, he showed a breadth and largeness of view which could only come from a wider vision of things in general.
Then came the time, after Carolina"s return, when the great turpentine company was being organized, backed by unlimited capital, and destined to corner the market "for educational purposes," as Kate put it, when there arose a crying need for an honest Southern man, one who knew the country well, one who possessed the confidence of the sly, tricky crackers,--those crackers so crafty that straight-forward dealing is impossible,--who possess little sense of honour, who are prejudiced beyond belief, narrow beyond credence, ignorant beyond imagination, who are only honest under compulsion, and who require the greatest tact, not to say craft, in handling. These are the men who, for the most part, produce the orchard turpentine, and who, for the company"s purpose, had to be tied up by contract in long leases. A Northern man could not have touched them. They will deal only with their own, and even then must be "managed."
For two months the organization of the company was held up because no one could be found capable of filling this delicate position.
Then, to the relief of all, and to Carolina"s secret delight, Moultrie La Grange offered himself, and, upon being instantly accepted, upon Mr.
Howard"s and Carolina"s advice, he leased them the stumpage rights of Sunnymede, and then and there was born the purpose to restore the home of the La Granges, even as Carolina had restored Guildford--out of money earned by the place itself.
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE HOUSE-PARTY ARRIVES
Ever since the restoration of Guildford had been an a.s.sured fact, Carolina had looked forward to gathering the dearest of her friends and relatives under its roof for a housewarming, and as Thanksgiving Day was the first festival to occur after its completion, she issued her invitations for that day, and antic.i.p.ated the arrival of her guests with a heart so full of grat.i.tude that she walked with her head in the clouds.
Beautiful Guildford stood upon its ancient site, more beautiful by far than it ever had been before, for Carolina had allowed herself a few liberties, which, after seeing, even Judge Fanshaw Lee approved.
For example, the great flight of steps, as broad as an ordinary house, was lengthened to raise the house to an even more commanding position, and to allow a better view of the ocean and river from the upper windows and the flat, railed-in roof. In the midst of this great flight of steps was a platform, where twenty persons might have dined at ease, with a collateral flight of steps on each side, leading, as well as the second section of the central staircase, to the porch. No one who has not seen Guildford can form any idea of the imposing beauty of this snowy expanse of steps leading to its veranda. And such a veranda!
Surely, the observer exclaimed, the whole house could be no larger! so great was the idea its size first induced. It ran around all four sides of the house, and was lived in for fully nine months of the year. It was fitted with screens and gla.s.s, which could be removed at will, but for her house-party, so perfect was the weather, even these slight obstructions to the view were dispensed with.
Inside the house, however, Carolina had carried out the original plan, with only the necessary additions of bathrooms to each suite and plenty of closets, which the old Guildford had never possessed. This did not interfere with the installation of the great carved wardrobes, without which no Southern house could look natural to a Southerner.
These she designed from old cuts and had made to order, preferring new ones exactly like those which had been in the family for generations to purchasing old pieces which rightly belonged to other histories than hers. Guildford was frankly a restoration, so she boldly reproduced the furniture as well as the house.